Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 

“What are you thinking?” Nyx blinked and suddenly guessed what Zayne was thinking. She couldn’t help but laugh and shook her head. “I’m not a Shaman.” 

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About who she was and where she came from, she couldn’t explain these things to Zayne right now. She had been questioned too many times already, and the things she could say had already been said. He would know the rest in time. 

“Hurry up and mix the medicine.” She changed the subject. Having washed her hands, Nyx wasn’t being evasive. She directly began helping mix the medicine, her movements very skilled. 

Zayne watched this, surprised, but didn’t ask any further questions. The two of them worked together, and their speed doubled. The injured were settled in the large cave, and Snow Wolf appeared, holding a basket of medicine. 

The more seriously injured were treated first, followed by those with lighter injuries. After applying the medicine to everyone, Zayne instructed, “You all stay here for now. If anything happens, notify me right away.” 

The cave couldn’t accommodate too many people. Apart from the injured, all other family members reluctantly left, constantly looking back. 

Coincidentally, the chieftain had a new task for them. After such a major event, the tribe had to increase patrols as they prepared for another beast tide. 

The little rabbit crouched on Mate’s head, listening to the chieftain assign the remaining healthy males into groups, instructing them on patrol points and ensuring the tribe was properly defended. She suddenly had a brilliant idea. “How about digging some traps?” 

The temporary members of the patrol team had increased, but manpower was still insufficient. If a large–scale beast attack occurred, they wouldn’t be able to stop it and would inevitably be injured. 

Digging some traps would lighten the pressure. The chieftain’s eyes lit up as he clapped his fists together. “Good idea.” 

As expected of Nyx. She was truly clever. The patrol members all looked at Nyx with admiration, each of them energized. 

Nyx directed them to dig deep pits, making the edges as steep and smooth as possible, covering the bottom with sharp stones. The top was covered with branches and a layer of white snow to camouflage it. 

From a distance, it was impossible to tell it was a trap. When the beasts rushed over, they wouldn’t have time to slow down. 

On the first day of digging the traps, a beast was caught. People cheered with joy, celebrating both the revenge and the food they had obtained. Afterward, several more beasts were caught, with occasional successes. 

The injured’s conditions also steadily improved. The severely wounded cub surprisingly held on, and when the family learned that Nyx had mixed the life–saving medicine, they were filled with gratitude. 

Everything seemed to be progressing in a positive direction. But for some reason, Nyx had an ominous feeling, a sense of crisis that lingered in her heart. 

Late at night, when everything was quiet, Nyx snuggled in the thick fur of her mate, and was fast asleep when she suddenly heard the howling wind. She shuddered, waking up. 

Dazed, she rolled over, unable to distinguish dream from reality. “What’s wrong?” 

Zayne raised a paw, pulling a piece of beast skin to wrap her up, and then transformed into human form. 

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep,” he gently stroked Nyx’s head a few times, got up to pick up the beast skin blown off by the wind, and secured it again. Then he rekindled the fire that had been extinguished by the wind. 

Once everything was done, he returned to the bed, only to find the little rabbit wasn’t sleeping but was crouching there, 

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watching him. 

“Is it snowing heavily outside again?” Nyx had fully woken up by then. 

There was no need for Zayne to answer; Nyx had already made a firm judgment when she heard the terrifying sound of the wind howling outside, like a ghost’s scream. 

This snowstorm came more suddenly and was fiercer than the last one. Along with it came a sharp drop in temperature. 

During the second half of the night, Nyx slept restlessly and woke up early, staring at the thick snow outside, her ears drooping. 

“Isn’t this weather a bit abnormal?” she asked Zayne. 

Zayne didn’t deny it. He raised his paw and nudged the little rabbit closer to the fire to warm up, while standing behind her to shield her from the wind. 

Despite this, Nyx still felt cold. She rubbed her fluffy paws and sighed. “We might need to migrate.” 

“Migrate?” asked Zayne. 

“It means leaving this territory and finding a better place to settle,” said Nyx. 

Climate change was a common occurrence, and the Earth had experienced ice ages more than once. Based on experience, it could last for millions of years. 

“What if the cold season lasts, what if the temperature keeps dropping.” Nyx’s voice grew softer. 

Early humans had no means to fight such changes, and a wrong decision could lead to disaster. 

Zayne fell silent. Though he thought these predictions sounded alarmist, he was willing to stay with Nyx. As long as it made her feel a little more at ease, he would leave the homeland. 

His only concern was his responsibility as a shaman. Beau wasn’t yet capable of handling things alone and couldn’t take over as the next shaman for the tribe. 

“When should we leave?” he asked Nyx while mentally planning to call Beau for special training right after. 

“The sooner, the better. We should leave as soon as the snow eases up.” Nyx twitched her ears. “But is it up to us to decide? Shouldn’t we ask the chieftain?” 

“No,” Zayne frowned, “We can’t tell him. He won’t let us go. We have to leave quietly.” 

Nyx widened her eyes, confused. After a while, she said softly, “What I mean is, everyone should migrate together,” 

She didn’t want her mates to abandon the tribe and their responsibilities and run away with her. 

Zayne fell silent. “That’s not going to be easy.” He coughed lightly. “There will definitely be many people who don’t want to leave.” 

Based on his understanding of the chieftain, this matter would likely come to nothing. The chieftain’s conservative nature made it almost impossible for him to make such a bold decision. 

“I can ask the chieftain first,” Zayne didn’t say much. 

He went out and came back quickly, shaking his head at Nyx. As he expected, the chieftain disagreed. Behind him, a little wolf followed closely. 

“Nyx.” The little wolf shook the snow from its fur and eagerly jumped in front of Nyx, its tail spinning like a propeller. 

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